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I think this because I've been feeling unloved and unlovable of late. I've pretty much holed up in the house in my pyjamas a lot and felt sorry for myself because nobody likes me and I have no life and why would anyone want to spend time with us when it's all such a balancing act with my boys and I'm like the least fun and interesting person ever and I'm not good at anything and and and...
The black dog has been casting his shadow over our place lately too, and being a typical extrovert I absorb that energy and find it very hard to shake off.
Happiest Thankful Thursday ever right?
Here's the thing. I KNOW a lot of how I'm feeling is taking on the emotion of others. I know I'm not really unloved or unlovable and that these feelings, as horrible as they are, are not 'real'. I know I will be fine very soon.
In a world where so many people are not able to see past the immediacy of their depression I am counting my blessings that I've never reached that depth myself. That at my lowest ebb I am still able to see a pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel. I know how lucky I am. I live with someone who can't always see that light and it breaks my heart.
It's Thursday, and I'm thankful that this too shall pass.
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